When you write: ("You seem very dick-ish. Are you okay?") out of blue, what do you expect a compliment?

Your feigned innocence is a superficial disgrace of a mean vindictive self loathing person. While you offer help ("Are you okay?") impaling your forked tongue as you write and pretend to care, as if you do care!

It just describes me as a poet, I am always looking at the clouds endlessly. In reality the clouds represent my thoughts process in relation how I go about creating poetry. They drift from place to place reforming and growing while drifting, floating so gracefully without any worries or distraction. So in a way my physical form envies that freedom without those worries or distraction while collecting everything for all those experiences. Thus my name a poetwithcloudenvy